Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-04-02
OLD "D. d."
I'm tired now. and sleepy too,
Come put mo ia my Little bed.

So she softly sang. and then she CAPPED
anil rubheG her ewes
oh. Willie Moore, if | had you here
I'd comb your little head for YOU with 4
three legged stool. | would, you rascal
Two o o'Cl"Ck in the morning, packing no:
half done and your precious wife with hei
hack broke"
Thus Cruaned sleepy. tired little Henri.
eta Moore nee Henrietta Miles, prOfcs
sionally known as Mile Henrictte Mile,
sturuli. late ballet girl of Tony Pastors
theatre
4 little over |. years of age, slight but
perfect in form. with pure, fresh COM
plcNion, blooming cheeks. clear blue eyes
and movements of free, undulating grace
and flowing ease, with irregular features
and changeful expression, which would
have delighted an artist and driven a pho
tographer to despair, she was a sprightly
little beauty 10 gladden. the eyes Of those
who loved a good. pretty face.
The room in which she waited for her
husband WAS 10y no means tidy. Two half
packed trunks stood open; upon the bed
and floor dresses and coat, shirts and
skirts lay scattered in Confusion.
William Moore. just Of age, inclined to
be fast. good looking. soft Of heart and
Washington street commission house,
had. a week before. married this child Of
the theatre for love, thereby pleasing him
self. gaining his idol and losing the friend
ship of his highly respectable relations
and his situation, for which he cared lii
tie. The Young couple were 10 start on
the morrow in the MONDAY train for
Chicago. where William was To invest the
81 5m iust paid into the hank subject To
his "ra"r. his portion of his fathers estate,
with an established firm in Whose house
he WIS also TO fill the position Of book
ke par
He had gone out early in the evening
10 have a farewell supper with some
friends II WAS now o'clock a. M. and
he had not Yet returned.
Henny she was always called Henny1
gaprd again, and then. NeiZing a pretty
little gray travelling bonnet dust new
from the led, she went through, for the
twentieth time, with the trying on pro-
cess.
She heard the front door shut and list
euod. The step upon the stairs was slow
and dragging.
"'Taint Willie. " she sighed, and turned
again 10 the mirror.
The door of the room was thrown open.
why, Willie"
II was her husband He entered the
room in silence, his dress disordered his
face pale and his hands trembling He
sank into chair and looked at her in
despairing sadness. lie had been drink
ing. but WAS nearly sober now. The wife
bcgan:
"Will, you're real mean 10 go and leave
me all night by myself and go get tight,
and all the packing To do yet. It's shabby
Of yOu. So il is. y
''An right. Henny! Pitch into me! Go
ahead! But you needn't pack any more.
We can't go.''
Needn't pack any more: Can't go!''
she echoed, with surprise. ''Why notyr
Cause I'm dead broke; lost every
rap. There. now it S outr' he said, dash
ing his hat on the floor. She turned on
him Iiercely:
William Moore, do you mean to tell
me, after all You promised me, that
you've been and been''-and look fin
ished the question
pitch into me-pitch in, Henny," he
groaned; Il started for only one game,
after supper, and kept on and on, and
now fits all gone. every rap and, poor,
weak sinner! the tears began TO ill his
eyes.
VIII Moore, you're a" commenced
the wife; but looking at him, the big,
good looking hoy Of a husband that she
loved so well. the harsh words died upon
her lips. and she went and sat upon his
knee and c-iddlcd him. saying:
''Oh, Willie. I'm so sorry had hoped
so much-so much-and now it's all
over and she gave n deep. sobbing sigh.
is it all gone. Willie. Who was its' she
asked. after a time.
Cleaned out every cent" he an
swered. After supper I'd been drinking
some and Chick I.awton proposed game
and didn't think Of what I'd promised
you-and | didn't lose much; Id have
won every cent back. sure. only old ID. ID.
came in. and he ruped in and took a hand,
and he's got my check for every cent we
have in the world. Oh, Henny, | don't
care for myself; its You I'm thinking Of
and that makes Inc nearly crazy
''Iou ought TO have thought Of me be-
fore il was too late, Willie"
Il know, Henny, but il was only little
game with Chick. He wouldn't have
taken it all from me ike old ID. D.. when
he saw was tight. Chicks a good fel
low-eycrybody says so-hut old ID. ID.
has no more heart than tu-nip."
''Iic:;rts and good fellow . Don't talk
tC M" sid the lirt.c wife, sharply
"t. "a has uc more heart than
| d.! - know more about
Chick J.. ..I III you do, Will He's
Sound, b. I....-'s what he is. But didn't
think Nj. Dodge would have done ii;
thought better Of him"
Hes got no heart, Henny, D. ID.
hasn't; You ask Chick if he has, " groaned
Will
''Oh, bother Chick, l wouldn't speak
10 the rascal. Mr.. Dodge can treat one
like n lady even if she is, or has been,
poor ballet girl, and that's more than
YOUR Chick-chiCken-hea Lawton can
do" answered the wife
And then for long time they were ST.
lent; finally the brave, self-reliant, child
wife said to her boy husband:
Willie, will you promise me, once
more, never 10 drink or play another
Card?'
Kenny, dear" he answered, like a re-
pentant school boy, If you'll only for
give me this time I'll never drink or play
u card again, SO help me God"
Good boy! then kiss the book" and